now.global warning,nice age comingtime age coming.must be warming having a nice life to toss under the couch

Jammydude44

(naked on some tracks running down to a suicide barn with giant black horsesso cute, was a kid, took down six summers in loose-leaf notebooks,played voice chords in the shadows, to any mirror i could get in front of.)slept with beds of ivy and thorns, slept in days too cold to be numbing.

a trickle down to the behemoth of the Pacific, birthed on the center of Mt. Hood, a great destiny:watching a best friend maul my baby on the river bank.under a waterfall's summer spraythey looked blind, ghostly, memory white, coveredby their hair, threads of tight bandages, protecting them from bleeding. started running, hit the ground,my feet devouring the path's old growth roots like a Steppenwolf gorging himself on suffering.took it down to the phrase whisper on the wind; down to the naked, brokenunder a train screaming (I don’t remember what) in the background.

“a great destiny. we were born in a young thingwho shook too hard.” we’ve been tripping over old hands of old gods, again.to get to this this point. to this point.”, drowned out echo.

followed the side trails, darker better.drove my feet far after they fainted,dark soles down under my legs.drove my throat to some more screamingand birds flew away.told my life away to a juniper with three hopeful words.it wasn’t cold enough to be numbing and there was no response,took my hand and nailed it to the treethen took it out and walked back to the cabin,leaving only footprints and a few bandage wrappers. a snowfall light in a new womb.

Retail

She's been cut from the cloth of one life that's been littered with insolence and second glances,and another that shadowed byslack shoulders and crackjaw antics.Mother loves to put up borders,father loves to grind his teeth.Brother is always the exceptiongetting everything he needs.

In her neo-suburban fantasyshe's sold her own ashes for better company, a tighter bind, red shirts and a new place to lose sleep. By her third excuse I'm counting my losses,licking my wounds andplanning the next fix.

I guess that explains how she can extend best wishesand ignore my presenceboth at the same time.